Our Angels
Angels called Home too soon ...
Sophie ... May 20, 2005
Jesse ... September 18, 2004
Asher ... January 5, 2004
Noah Christian Philip
Born into Heaven February 11, 1998
For Noah
A little punch, a kick, a roll
A heart beats steady,
Then not at all
Life is gone, before too long
The rain begins to fall
Time goes by, days go past
Years are spinning very fast
Wondering, waiting, asking why
Alone, a silent lullaby
Never a day without a thought
Remembering what was real, and lost
Loved and missed, forever to be
An angel watching over me.
Written with love by Mommy on your 7th birthday.
Dear Noah,
I remember the way you felt growing inside of me. The way you moved and kicked. You were life. You were mine.
The day I found out you were to be an angel, and not my living son, I asked God why. Why did He want my baby? How could He take my son away? I pleaded with God to give you back to me. I would be a better person, if only I had you back. But God gave me no response.
And so I had no choice but to let you return to Him. He had a greater plan for you. He needed you in Heaven for His purpose.
The tears flow now as I write this letter to you. My heart aches as I see the words appear on the screen. I miss you as much today as I ever did. I still grieve for you.
God sent your sister to me, and now I know what I missed out on with you. Watching you grow. Helping you learn. Your first smile. Your first word. Taking part in your discovery of the world.
I believe that you are here every day. Your spirit watches over me and guides me. You are Timber's Guardian Angel, keeping her safe from harm.
I feel blessed having experienced you and known you, if only for a little while.
Your Loving Mother